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A man hails a taxi, and gets inside.

"5th and Main, please."

"You again?" says the taxi driver. "This is the 4th time I’ve dropped you and your wife off at work."

"Really? My wife doesn’t work."

"Yes, she does. I drop her off there everyday, about an hour after I drive you to work."

"There?"

"Behind the Tillman & Lane department store."

"Interesting," says the man. "Tell you what. Pick me up in two hours, and I want you to show me where my wife works." So two hours later, the taxi arrives and takes the man to whorehouse behind Tillman & Lane.

"Hold on," said the driver. "I’ll be right back."

There’s a huge commotion after the driver goes in, with cursing and screaming and the sounds of breaking furniture. The driver comes out with a woman in a headlock.

"That’s not my wife!" exclaims the man.

"I know. She’s mine. I’m going back in for yours."

Better than watching color bending silver spoons
Better than witnessing newborn nebulas in bloom
She who see’s from up high smiles and surely sings
Prospective pries her once weighty eyes and it gives you wings

I haven’t felt the way, I feel today
In so long it’s hard for me to specify
I’m beginning to notice
How much this feels like a waking limb
Pins and needles, nice to know you
Good-bye, Nice to Know You

Deeper than the deepest Coustou would ever go
Higher than the heights of what we often think we know
Impressed that she who clearly sees the wealth of the trees
To obtain a birds eye is to turn a blizzard to a breeze

I haven’t felt the way, I feel today
In so long it’s hard for me to specify
I’m beginning to notice
How much this feels like a waking limb
Pins and needles, nice to know you
Good-bye, Nice to Know You
To know..You

Could it be that it had been there all along

I haven’t felt the way, I feel today
In so long it’s hard for me to specify
I’m beginning to notice
How much this feels like a waking limb
Pins and needles, nice to know you
Good-bye, Nice to Know You
To know..You

Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn, and all I taught her was everything,
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?

the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything…

I take a walk outside
I’m surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear,
and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I’m spinning!
How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything…
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I’ll ever be..
I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life, I know you’ll be a star
In somebody else’s sky, but why
Why, why can’t it be, why can’t it be mine?!

It’s 3 o’clock,
and we ask ourselves,
“Where are we now?”
It seems we’ve wondered out of bounds again!
(Over and over, we ask ourselves why we don’t utilize
things that are stored
deep inside of our brains!)
I’m on my own and I can’t see straight!
Am I so stoned that I can’t see straight?
Man, I’ve got to find my way back home,
but I’m too deep inside
It’s 4 o’clock,
and we ask ourselves,
“Where did we go wrong?
We passed my house at least an hour ago!”
Over and over, we ask ourselves why
don’t we utilize things
that are stored deep inside of our brains!
I’m on my own and I can’t see straight?
Am I sooo stoned that I can’t see straight?
It’s 5 o’clock,
and we tell ourselves,
“We need to get home! The sun is creeping overhead again!”
I’m way too deep inside to go home…
I’ve got to get sane!

If I had a dime for everytime you walked away, I could afford to not give a shit and buy a drink and drown
the day But your pockets, they are empty, yeh, and mine are times two So why not make an about-face
and accept the love I send to you? You’re never gonna be content if you font try, try to see outside your
line There you go, you did it again! You act as if there’s binder on your eyes Should I apologize if what I
say burns your ears and stains your eyes?! Oh, did I crack your shell? When it falls away, you’ll see we
exist as well! like a bottle with the cork stuck, your true ingrdients trapped inside Through the cloudy glass
we catch a glimse of you, I guess the hard shell represents your pride Oh, if only it could be different we
could uncover the you, you deny Between two, a small discrepency, one complicates and one simplifies
TAKE THOSE FUCKING BLINDERS OFF YOUR EYES!! So if I had a dime for every time you
walked away, you could bet your bottom dollar that I’d be filthy rich by noon today